Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
Tell me you killed my wife.
Niners? Mayans? Who?
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
How was the walkabout?
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
Run them through Dungloe.
Oh.
Come on, Clay.
No! No! No!
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
What do you think, gentlemen?
Holy shit.
Getting it done.
Heh. Miracle drug.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
...or we find you and we do this again.
They're Mick pricks.
Expensive car.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
You have no idea.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
- He was brown. Right.
Realization There's no easy way to be free
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
I never had the nerve To love you
I'm right here, baby.
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
Right as rain is.
...and drive back to Nazi town.
I'm glad he's doing good.
We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
I missed you, bro.
It's bullshit.